Indian Summer

Indian summer blew by like
dandelions, nights filled with
a golden orb hanging low in the
shadowy sky, an inflated swollen
moon that whispered of waving
harvests and sun kissed grains.

Indian summer flew by like
birds’ migrations south through
chilled air and leaves turning
scarlet, sunglow, and burnt umber,
pumpkins ripening amidst tangled
vines twisting and turning.

Β© Pamela Rossow

39 thoughts on “Indian Summer”

  1. Very Nice Poetry with an amazing Imagination
    Great Work of Creativity !! Highly Expressive !!

    It was indeed enjoyable after reading this one !!

    Anyways, Take a look some of my Poetry Collections …

    some of my Haiku Collections

    and also, on my very recent Work as well

    !!! Happy Rally !!!
    Cheers !!

  2. Quite a visul effect with great imagery in poem and enhanced by color of words and picture you chose. Nice flow of words also

  3. You have definitely sown a beautiful description for the season… I could just imagine myself in it…the changing of the shades and the mood of Indian summer…I love it Pamela bella πŸ˜‰

  4. The only thing I feel is the onslaught of “Irene”. Do hope she behaves herself and leaves us alone. Fall would be lovely around now!!!

  5. It’s always exciting to me when we can feel the change of seasons on their way…this beautiful poem paints a lovely picture and captures those feelings perfectly.

    Love this Pamela!

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